Thursday, September 26, 2019

The useless top 10

Lately I’ve notice a lot of friends and acquaintances joining in some challenge to list their top tens ... in categories on Facebook.
It seems fun and of course interesting when opinions agree.
So of course I’m going to do my own weird list of the first top 10 albums that significantly influenced me. In perhaps some loose chronological order ... best as I can figure or remember.
I’ve given it little thought overall so yeah ... should be fun. Off the cuff ... sorta ... I might have lied ... been thinking about it my whole life.
1.  - The Beatles - A Hard Days Night ... their best album in my opinion.
2.  - Donovan - Mellow Yellow ... The hit song isn’t even the best on the album.
3.  - Blue Cheer.- Vincebus Erupton ...
4.  - Canned Heat - Boogie with Canned Heat
5.  - Cream - Disraeli Gears
6.  - The Mother’s of Invention - Freak Out
7.  - Steppenwolf - Monster
8.  - Joni Mitchell - Ladies of the Canyon
9.  - Jimi Hendrix Experience - Are You Experienced?
10. - The Doors -

Sunday, June 2, 2019

Warrior hatred

Most of the world, and apparently 48 of 50 US States (yes that’s correct Obama) are rooting for Canada in the 2019 NBA playoffs. And I get that. Totally understandable... the Warriors play in California ... the pukiest state in the Union.
I unfortunately also live in California... but I love my home in Northern California... just not the pathetic nature of its politics. But I still root for the Warriors despite Moonbeam, Clueless Gavin, Feinstein and the Hilarious Nancy whatever ... I can hardly believe she has really been elected multiple times??
The Warriors are just a fun and cool team ... despite where they play their home games.
And no ... you can’t win too many Championships in a row ... unless you are the Patriots of course ... and then just fuck off.

Tuesday, April 2, 2019

Fucking Tuesday

Well crap ... it’s merely Tuesday and already I have a weeks worth of gripes ... not that I would/could remember any of them about now ... damn this Loomis Basin 3IPA in my kegerator ... but I want to try and hoping that as I write I will recall the points of this entry ... no guarantees ... hmmm ... guess I better go fill my glass ...

Wednesday, March 13, 2019

2019 at the Owl

The pathetic level of my posts can not be over stated ... or more precisely understated ... they merely, simply, virtually don’t exist. What could be more useless than that?  Yep ... well that’s me of late ... useless and lagging. BUT ... there is light at the end of the wondering tunnel ... or at least a flicker ...  I have so much to say ... and so little skill to say it. Fortunately for ya’ll I’m listening to Sade and drinking an IPA that was decorated by Ralph Steadman. Yep ... figure that shit out Pilgrims.
So get on with it you are thinking ... and I share that notion ... so I will borrow from a recent email to my best buds ...
As most of you know the Men’s Restroom in the Owl Club contains a urinal and a traditional toilet. To my thinking this makes the thing a 2-howler and so I don’t lock the door when I use it to urinate. I have noticed that a lot of tender and sensitive girly boys always lock the door behind them though ... to apparently protect their sensitive nature ... or whatever ... anyway there I was at the urinal easing my peanut sized bladder when I hear the door open behind me ... it’s one of those timid fellas who scolds me that I forgot to lock the door ... when I exit I point out to him there are indeed two receptacles and hence no waiting and that it was indeed he who as responsible for misunderstanding the situation and not my lack of door locking. He had nothing to say to that.
Naturally after another pint of Drakes Aroma Coma my bladder calls again so I have to make another trip to the head ... of course it’s locked and I have to wait a couple of minutes ... and then who comes out? Yep ... girly boy ... who I just shake my head at as he quickly slithers away ... back to his Crabapple Cider I assume.
I go in and assume the age ole position at the urinal and soon hear the door lock behind me ... and then the scents of a female. I of course just keep on peeing and then she asks me why I didn’t lock the door ... I told her “Well it’s a 2-holer Ma’am and people need to pee”. To that she replies “Well that’s right so I guess you won’t mind if I do just that” and proceeded to ensconce herself on the facilities.
I suppose I should have been more of a gentleman and just stayed at the urinal until she was done but she apparently wanted to talk so I just finished up ... washed my hands and stood and talked to her until she finished. She informed me that she knew I was a famous local beer guy and that her girlfriend was scared to talk to me ... I told her to go get her and maybe we could have a pee together sometime.
We laughed and then I unlocked the door and we exited ... and there waiting was two guys with startled looks on their faces. She tells them “Hey ... it’s a two holes you can both go in” ... but of course only one of them went in and so she looks back at them and says “Pussies!!”
We went back to our respective bar stools at opposite ends of The Owl Club and a couple minutes later a pint gets delivered to me ... she bought me a round and we cheered each other from afar. And so the night went on ... the world is definitely a-changin.